I’VE always been interested in taking things apart. When I was a little Mut I’d nick one of my dad’s screwdrivers and take the handles off the doors in our house in Tonteg, once memorably trapping my mum in the bathroom while my then-three-year-old sis had a screaming fit downstairs. After doors I moved on to watches and clocks — including the one my granddad received when he retired from the Fire Brigade (I managed to get it back together with only five screws and a spring left over) — then remote controls, stereos, my parents’ Instamatic camera, and pretty much anything else I could […]
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SO I’M going through the channels tonight trying to find something to watch when I come across some show called The Michael Vick Project on BET (for those of you lucky enough not to get American telly, that’s Black Entertainment Television). The description reads, “Michael Vick works with the Humane Society of the United States in his efforts to end dogfighting”. My brain is momentarily befuddled. “Michael Vick?” I think to myself. “Why does that name ring a bell? Wait… that Michael Vick? The sack of shit who was convicted of dogfighting? The reprehensible scum-sucking puke who only did 21 months in […] |
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